Senator, @whitehouse.senate.gov I adore and respect you.

But you cannot say "finked out." You just can't. Try:
crapped out
failed
blew it
broke down
conked out
crashed

I'm sure there are many more.
But not finked out. Please.

Thank you. Doing our work while tracking the devastation is exhausting.

I try to stay upright by learning about the French Resistance, remembering they could not know what would happen or how things would turn out.

So, having no choice, we persist. And try to find a little joy along the way. 🙏🏻

It's easier for reactionaries because they just have to paint a rosy portrait of the past, and promise to resuscitate its corpse.

A liberatory future is something we have to use real creativity to imagine and communicate, to make tangible.

But that's the work.

ooh! ooh! I know!

tax the ultra rich!

political points!

That is essential context. Thank you @joho.bsky.social

FYI: @by-cjewett.bsky.social @apoorvanyt.bsky.social @berkeleyjr.bsky.social

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this is news?

and once again, words fail

gah. thanks.

I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.

--Billy Collins

After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,

so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.

for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.

But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.

No lust, no slam of the door –
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.

No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor –
just a twinge every now and then

and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.

This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.

The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.

or this:
AIMLESS LOVE

This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.

In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,

omg what's that?

🧑‍🍳💋

and put a couple of bricks on it just in case